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DADDY, DON’T TAKE MY VIRGINITY!





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Baby Angie



© Baby Angie 2017. All rights reserved.

Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older










I can’t believe I only have a few months left until summer vacation. No more school uniforms and stupid homework. Say hello to bikinis, tans and boys!

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll finally lose my virginity. I can’t believe I’m one of the few seniors whose cherry hasn’t been popped.

Thinking about Tommy or maybe Chuck sticking their (hopefully) thick cocks into my tiny virgin pussy gets me so aroused. I sometimes feel like asking mom how it was the first time but then I remember that I’m supposed to be pure and chaste. Ha!

Mom sees that I’m distracted and asks me, “You thinking about boys again? Boys are nothing but trouble!”

I stick my tongue out at her and say, “You just wish you had my hot body and butt!”

Mom laughs and tells me not to slack off from school, just in case I fail, but I just give her a hug and laugh. She shares my fun, since she was once a young and crazy girl too.

Unfortunately, the one dark cloud is daddy. God, daddy can be such a pain. He’s always nagging me about keeping up with my grades (I am number 2 in the academic rankings for my school, with a full scholarship to Cornell) and not waste time doing, quote unquote, frivolous bullshit. You gotta love him!

“Joanne, what are you doing?”

I look up from my phone, not recognizing the voice; oh, it’s daddy.

“Hi daddy; I was texting Amy. What’s up?”

I got back to texting, telling Amy to make sure Scott knows that I don’t like him and there was no way I was going out with him to the prom. Without warning, I was on the floor look up at the ceiling. The fucked up thing is that the ceiling was going around in circles.

“Let’s try it again, from the beginning. Maybe now, you can answer me like a human being. What are you doing, Joanne?”

Daddy was standing over me, staring down while clenching his fists. I blinked a few times, wondering why he was blurry and most importantly, why I was lying on the floor. “What happened? Why am I on the floor?”

Daddy glared at me. “You’re on the floor because I got tired of your insubordination. I have had it up to here with your frivolous attitude towards school, your future and the rules I’ve set in this household. Does that answer your question?”

I managed to finally focus my vision and the realization came to me that daddy must have hit me hard enough to knock me out. That, the fact that he would lay his hands on me, got me so pissed off, I lost it; I cursed him out.

“What the fuck is your problem? You hit me? Are you fucking insane? Don’t you touch me, I swear, I’ll tell mom and the people at school!”

Instead of recoiling in shame or fear, daddy just gave me a smirk. “So, you take a few classes dealing with women’s lib shit and now you think you’re a feminist? Well, let me explain something to you; you’re shit, as far as I’m concerned. I gave you your life and I can take it. And I think what you really need to straighten this attitude problem you have, is a big fat dick up your tight pussy.”

I blinked at him, not really sure if I heard him correctly. Was he really saying he was going to fuck me?

“Excuse me?”


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